She's lucky…(Corruption path)

Gathering her fragmented will in a last desperate attempt, Aster suddenly soared upwards, fleeing from the tube like a bat from hell.

"NO !" Lilith yelled reaching for the fairy but clenching her hands on nothing but air.

In a matter of seconds, Aster was out of reach and flying as fast as she could to the opened window. She hurled outside barely repressing a cry of relief. She hadn't been captive for long, but being outside felt as soothing as if she had spend a year underground.

But far from thinking she was out of the woods, she kept flying, faster, faster, faster.

Between the haze of the devouring lust still burning her body, and the feeling of the goo coursing in her veins, she didn't realise where she was going, or how long she flew. She only came back to her sense when her wings fluttered, then gave up and she dropped to the ground.

Fortunately, she had been high enough so that a tree was standing between her and a painful fall, and she managed to land more or less safely on a branch.

Catching her breath, she looked behind her. Nothing. No angry well-endowed demonette following her, no threat, no danger. Lilith must have decided that whatever was taking place at the cabin was more important than pursuing a single captive.

She may not be in immediate danger, but her situation was still critical. She could feel the corruption spreading in her body, and worst: in her mind. Her crotch was burning and dripping with lust, her body felt so hot… She had to resist it. For the sake of this glade, for the sake of her sisters, she had to remain sane and warn them about the danger…

But she was feeling so horny… Before she realised what she was doing, her clawed fingers had brushed her clit and she lost her control.

Unable to hold back a moan, she fell on her knees and started to frantically rub herself.

Immediately the pleasure flooded her mind, pushing her to keep going, to keep masturbating, to fuck herself. And she was too horny to try otherwise. Her fingers working her pussy felt divine, her clit was sensitive beyond measure, and worryingly, she felt more and more pleasure at the realisation of how slutty she was behaving.

Her thoughts drifted to Bowen, the Bowen that had opened the lid. The dark and threatening Bowen. Cold and handsome. Corrupted.

When she first saw him, she had felt a deep fear. This Bowen was so different from the old one, this Bowen had embraced the darkness, he wanted nothing but to corrupt everyone, just like he had been.

And Aster found that deeply arousing.

"aaaah… a-f-fuck…" she moaned rubbing her drenched cunt like her life depended on it. "must…stop…stoooOOOH goddess !!!". This time it was a scream of sheer ecstasy that escaped her lips as a new climax washed over her, engulfing her deeper in the lust.

Four of her teeth started to sharpen and lengthen. It was so insidious she didn't even realise she was growing fangs, but it really was unmistakable. Yet, she was feeling so much pleasure from her masturbation, that she was less and less aware of her surroundings.

The corruption progressed rapidly, changing, twisting the fairy's body and mind alike. Was the state of the glade this horrible ? It didn't seem so bad now. Maybe she had been too quick to judge it… After all, if everyone was having pleasure, then it was a good thing right ? It was a good thing. And why should she stand in the path of such an amazing change ? Why should she, alone, fight an invincible, invisible force while all the others were having sex… It wasn't fair. She deserved it too.

Her body abruptly surged outward, her breasts swelled in a dozen of seconds, tearing the remnants of her dress apart and slowly jiggling on her chest. Round. Massive. Sensitive. And they were still growing !

"Yesssss… that's what I'm talking about now…" Her tone sounded different. Huskier. Sluttier. Hornier.

"Wait…" she snapped. "No, it's not… arrrgh… corruption. Need. fuck…I'm so hot…can't"

She caressed her ass as she felt the corruption burn it to the core, preparing it to be remodelled into something sexier: "Ooooooh g-g ggnnnnnnhhh gyaaah" was all she could groan when, like her bust, her rear started to expand. Her swelling cheeks got firm with muscles and so much rounder than before. Her hips widened, pushing outwards to balance her heavy breasts until she showed a heart-shaped ass that would make a saint damn himself.

The pleasure was making it so hard to resist. She knew it wasn't normal, she knew it was the work of whatever dark magic had affected the demonettes, but it felt so good... The more she thought about it, the less she understood why she was trying to stop the lust from spreading.

Yes fairies never felt sexual urges, yes it wasn't how things worked. But why shouldn't it ?

_Because the nature needs you to take care of it _whispered her inner voice. Yes but…

But the nature wouldn't die because of lust. If anything they would make it thrive, they would be so much more powerful, so much more profuse… If the day had witnessed anything, it was how corruption was easy to spread, and how it exalted everything. They could make the glade luxuriant, brimming with life and horniness.

The idea of corrupting what had been her home for so many decades was becoming more and more appealing…

She fell on all fours (or all threes, given one hand was still madly rubbing her pussy, splashing her juices all around the place), literally clawing at the bark and raising her thick ass in the air like a bitch in heat. Her cunt was begging for more, begging for a juicy long cock to fill her, to fuck her, to make her cum ; her mouth was hungry for the taste of a nice soaked pussy, of a fey whining in corruptive pleasure.

Her skin then began to change colour, becoming a pale red first, but more and more pronounced with each second. It appeared at a single spot first, but quickly spread, covering her butt, her thin waist, her luscious thighs. The corruption was overtaking her. Her muscles got gradually more defined, giving her a more athletic figure yet lusciously feminine.

From her toes, thick black claws erupted, engraving marks in the wood.

With the corruption flooded the power, as intoxicating as the lust if anything. It sang in her veins, whispering sweet honey words in her ear, instilling an idea in her mind, a devious, devilish, delicious idea.

The corruption felt so good... but how good would it be to watch other get corrupted. To make a sweet, gentle sister drink her juices until it flooded her with a heat so much greater than what they had experienced this morning, to watch her wriggle on the ground as she transformed into a dark fairy like her… To watch her innocence turn to a raging lust and wickedness…

Her eyes shut open and she screamed as loud as she could, the thought of corrupting sending her in the arm of the biggest orgasm of the day, and so of her life. Her body spasmed and she sprayed her juices on her thighs, the tree, it dripped to the ground and splashed everything around her. How could she produce so much juice ? She didn't care.

The power was surging inside of her, an ever-hungry beast just like lust, and it collided with her strong will, strongest than all the other fairies, and it merged with it, drank it, infected it, and sublimed it in a golden geyser of might. What had kept the change at bay for so long became the very thrust of her new perversion.

Her skin, almost completely red immediately began to change again, leaving the common red to take a violet shade unlike any other. Her pupils narrowed and her iris blazed with a reptilian red.

Her fairy wings fell off to be immediately replaced with, long, very long dark leathery wings. They were narrower but as long as Lilith. Above her juicy ass, a lump appeared and quickly formed the same demonic tail that the others had.

A long lustful tongue slid out of her mouth, witnessing how much pleasure she was feeling, how long the orgasm was lasting, and how far she had fallen.

Still cumming, she stood up on her demonic feet, and let out another cry of ecstasy, this time much rougher, wilder, threatening.

When the climax finally subsided, her inner legs were thoroughly soaked, her pussy was swollen and still throbbing, her huge breasts stood proudly on her chest.

She inhaled the cool spring air. Her body was vibrating with a renewed energy, she felt better than she had ever felt. So alive. So powerful. So… wicked.

She looked around, thinking at her next course of action. What should she do ?